143. 7s. M. Montgomery.

Made Perfect Through Suffering.

1 Go to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel temptation's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray!

2 Follow to the judgment-hall, View the Lord of life arraigned; O the wormwood and the gall!

O the griefs his soul sustained!

Shun not suffering, shame, or loss; Learn of him to bear the cross!

3 Calvary's mournful mountain climb; There, admiring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, Love's own sacrifice complete; "It is finished," hear him cry; Learn of Jesus Christ to die!

144. 7s. M. Anonymous.

Strength Through Christ's Sufferings.

1 When my love to Christ grows weak, When for deeper faith I seek, Then in thought I go to thee, Garden of Gethsemane!

2 There I walk amid the shades, While the lingering twilight fades, See that suffering, friendless One Weeping, praying there alone.

3 When my love for Christ grows weak, When for stronger faith I seek, Hill of Calvary! I go To thy scenes of fear and woe;--

4 There behold his agony, Suffered on the bitter tree; See his anguish, see his faith; Love triumphant still in death.

5 Then to life I turn again, Learning all the worth of pain, Learning all the might that lies In a full self-sacrifice.

145. 8 & 7s. M. Bowring.

Glorying in the Cross.

1 In the cross of Christ we glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.

2 When the woes of life overtake us, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy; Never shall the cross forsake us, Lo! it glows with peace and joy!

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming Light and love upon our way; From the cross the radiance streaming Adds more l.u.s.tre to the day.

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, By the cross are sanctified; Peace is there that knows no measure, Joys that through all time abide.

5 In the cross of Christ we glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.

146. L. M. Emily Taylor.

Looking to Jesus.

1 If love, the n.o.blest, purest, best, If truth, all other truth above, May claim return from every breast, O, surely Jesus claims our love!

2 There's not a hope with comfort fraught, Triumphant over death and time, But Jesus mingles in that thought, Forerunner of our course sublime.

3 His image meets us in the hour Of joy, and brightens every smile; We see him, when the tempests lower, Each terror soothe, each grief beguile.

4 We see him in the daily round Of social duty, mild and meek; With him we tread the hallowed ground, Communion with our G.o.d to seek.

5 We see his pitying, gentle eye, When lonely want appeals for aid; We hear him in the frequent sigh, That mourns the waste that sin has made.

6 We meet him at the lowly tomb, And weep where Jesus wept before; And there, above the grave's dark gloom, We see him rise,--and weep no more.

147. L. M. *Watts.

The Divine Example.

1 My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters.

2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine.

3 Cold mountains, and the midnight air, Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer; The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too.

4 Be thou my pattern; may I bear More of thy gracious image here; And, by the paths which thou hast trod, Press on to holiness and G.o.d.

148. 7s. M. Gaskell.

Christ Who Strengtheneth Me.

1 When arise the thoughts of sin, When the world our hearts would win, When, to selfish pleasure given, Droops the love that blooms for heaven; Lord, we would remember thee,-- Thou wilt our Redeemer be.

2 When, with footsteps faint and slow, Duty's upward path we go; When, by toils and hardship pressed, Round we turn to look for rest; Lord, we would remember thee, Thou our Guide and Strength wilt be.

3 When the way grows dark and drear, When, beset by doubt and fear, We can see no beam of light Struggling through the thickening night; Lord, we would remember thee, Thou our Comforter wilt be.